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my path or track. The Mahamantra carves out the track for me. Dada Adishvara is my Dhruva star who guides my way in the mid-sea of calamities and that too in blinding darkness of the night. I know, no doubt, no fear.
Virat got tired of running, but run he must. He was in search of a place to rest; his eyes were closing; his steps were refusing to proceed. Yet proceed he must! There was no way out.
He entered the jungle on the skirts of the hills. The path was long and his goal was far away! He must stop and rest.
Virat looked on all sides, no possibility of a resting place anywhere.
Though pessimistic, Virat continued his journey. While he was thus walking, he was telling himself that nothing was impossible before the Mahamantra; its power was vast like the universe. When this inherent power shines out, this inherent power gets sublimated. When the mountain of calamities is shaken, it carves the way for the Sadhak.
Virat was wondering : 'Is not this an extremely frightening and romantic event in my life a proof of this ? | was in that dark Palli in the life-devouring hold of robbers. Was it possible to get out of this, even through that extreme blinding darkness? When something simply inconceivable takes shape, the Mahamantra becomes the defender.
A sweet sound of a bell fell on the ears of Virat. He saw that he was in the vicinity of a small temple. The small temple was below a shady tree. The small temple was nice to look at.
